"One might almost say that an apparition is human vision corrected by divine love."

Death Come for the Archbishop, Willa Cather

I watched the day slowly spin around the drain, the dirt made thin by the water, the dirt now off of my body, the dirt accepted by my body when it would churn around me on the wind as I would toss hay-fork-fulls onto the beds. Looking closely at everything hoping to catch a glimpse of you in it, a small snail shell rolls down the compost and rests ( Read more... )

Currents ( Read more... )

Walking with Thelonius Monk on the headphones, small smile that I, that this image of me in boots and dirty pants with a plastic shopping bag bursting with towels blue and purple is part of this city scene the same as the blond women with gaunt face breathing smoke out in front of the salon and same as the man with the worried look on his face ( Read more... )

I have stripped the sheets from the bed I will no longer sleep on, I took the stuff shells from the stove and turned it off for the last time too, and in piles, boxes, and suitcases sits our two lives waiting to be merged even more completely in the coming days ( Read more... )

This time next week we will be in Virginia, maybe farther along? This brings up a question:

Any recommendations for travel music?

And an off-topic question:

Any beer recommendations? Granted we probably won't find it here but just in general. Especially looking towards folks in Boston.

Currently reading Light in August by Faulkner and The Art ( Read more... )

Je manque mon Pépère.

For better or worse I finished The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. The writing style itself was good enough, just a good clear story telling voice, but there really wasn't much story to grab onto. Sure, some things happened, but it just wasn't much of a story to me. The characters were interesting at first but turned out to be flat ( Read more... )

Excerpt from Sonny's Blues by James Baldwin ( Read more... )

Sometimes it washes over me like cold water, the fact that I am looking up and seeing the sun set and those trees before me are palm trees and I never had seen them before. Their silly trunks jutting out of the ground to produce that set of fronds on top supposedly fit for divine mule feet, and I think that and it washes over me too, cleans my mind ( Read more... )